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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.


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There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

10 February, 2007
Here We Go...
Blogger finally made me switch over to "The New Blogger." So, here we are... nothing changed.

But, we usher in a new era of Rockel under the ever-watchful eye of Google (a subsidiary of God)...

...because...
wow. That's an unimpressive pic.

Oh, well... on with the show.

The news...
As I've said before, I think you all know this anyway... but in case there are a few I missed, and just so I can go on the record as saying it...

referencing this previous post...

I am Raleigh bound this weekend, in honor of the Emperor... but I shall return to beautiful, picturesque Indian Trail, NC... until late March, perhaps early-mid April, but (please, God) no later...

At which point...
As you can see, this wonderful(ly tiny) picture depicts an angel (see the cool, blue wings)... or rather, angels... since there are two of them...

and I don't know about you guys, but I'm definitely getting some kind of Spanish or Latin feel from this piece... so we'll call them "los angeles"...

and as you can see, "los angeles" are trying to free themselves of this earth... or at least, the one in the background is... I have no idea what is going on with the one in the fore... but they are tied down...

...bound, if you will.

Or, as Robbie Williams would say:

"I'm moving to L.A."

So... there you have it... if you already knew, you still know now, so really no loss to you... and if you didn't know, congratulations, now you know...

But, as a little extra treat to make this extra-special event that much more memorable (as if we need it, I mean come on, we've got Google, we've got crappy art, L.A., Robbie Williams...), here's a little something from a new script...

The focus of the story is on the human soul. The essence of, the desire for, the implications of, the search for, etc.

The main story focuses on three young men: Adam, Brian, and Jeremy. Their stories run concurrently throughout the entire script and are seemingly unrelated until very near the end.

In act one,
Brian meets Heather and they have a romance that discusses the idea of soul mates...
Jeremy hangs out with Gus, an old artist, and they discuss life...
Adam is in session with Dr. Robert Lucas, a psychiatrist, and they discuss the consequences of action...

At the end of act one,
Brian goes off to war...
Gus commits suicide...

Adam's story is the one that ties everything together at the end of the story and so his story line has very little solid resolution at the close of Act 1...

This is a selection from a scene very near the beginning of the script, between Adam and Dr. Lucas.

ROBERT: Adam. You were saying?
ADAM: Oh. Yeah. (pause) Do you... Do you believe in a soul, Robert?
ROBERT: Dr. Lucas, please.
ADAM: Do you believe in a soul, Dr. Lucas?
ROBERT: The soul... is a very interesting concept.
ADAM: Yes. Yes it is. Do you believe we have one? That is - not to say - a collective one, between the two of us - but rather that you and I - all humanity - individually, have... one?
ROBERT: I can most certainly see the appeal in wanting to believe, yes.
ADAM: So... no?
ROBERT: What are your thoughts?
ADAM: I think that after forty-uh-some odd years of life a man such as yourself would have a more... definitive grasp on his feelings toward such an interesting concept.
ROBERT: I'm a man who believes in experience, Adam. When I injure myself, I hurt. I feel pain. It is something I can register. And with the passage of time the wound begins to heal and the pain becomes a thing of the past. I can recall it, but I cannot remember it. It is the same with my emotions. The soul, however - or, my soul, I guess I should say - if it exists, is unresponsive, and therefore I do not believe in it.
ADAM: Ah. Ah-hah.
ROBERT: What do you believe in, Adam?
ADAM: A man who falls into a well hasn’t much luck, has he? He fell into a well. So now what’s he to do?
ROBERT: Well, I imagine he’d feel quite trapped by his situation.
ADAM: Yeah. He could feel any number of things, I suppose... trapped, lonely, hungry - I suppose - and thirsty at some point. But what does he do? Huh?
ROBERT: What does he do?
ADAM: He chooses. Despair or hope. A man in a concentration camp believes - doesn’t he? - that he will make it out... That he will see his family again. Doesn’t he? Why? There’s nothing to suggest it. He sees the barracks thinning... the furnace raging... Why?
ROBERT: I think we all choose to believe what we must to carry on, don’t you?
ADAM: Oh, yes. I think so.
ROBERT: But-
ADAM: I think very much so.
ROBERT: But here is my question for you, though. Why is life the bottom of a well? Why is life a concentration camp?
ADAM: Well there’s something wrong with this world, isn’t there? Something off. Amiss. Awry, that is to say. I mean, the news, murder, crime, brokenness, poverty, despair, savage behavior. They call this human nature, yet we can conceive of so much more... The soul is the promise of more, right? Isn’t it? So you have to believe. Or, at the very least - I suppose - the promise of the possibility of more. If this is all we have- If this is all I have- this body, this life, this brain- If this is what defines me- If this is it... Well, you have to believe, don’t you?

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posted by Rockel @ 9:06 AM  
3 Comments:
  • At 10/2/07 4:47 PM, Blogger andiewade said…

    when this becomes a movie and you become very very famous, i'm going to tell everyone that my maiden name inspired the naming of "dr. robert lucas."

    just so you know, that's what i'm telling people.

     
  • At 11/2/07 11:17 PM, Blogger FaithInArts said…

    Congrats, call me sometime.

     
  • At 13/2/07 12:58 PM, Blogger Luke Custer said…

    Have you thought about living arrangements yet? i plan on moving back out there later this year.

     
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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.

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